No matter what the relationship between Fang Xiu and Fang Pingying was like before, at this moment, Fang Pingying truly felt pity for Fang Xiu, remembering the times when the sisters were together in childhood, her heart softened.
She stepped forward, took Fang Xiu's hand, and comforted her, "It's okay, giving birth is always like this, it will get better soon, just endure it a bit more."
Fang Xiu nodded, knowing in her heart that there wasn't much else she could do.
Other people giving birth, regardless of their wealth, usually had a man by their side to pamper them, but she had no man, and naturally had to bear everything alone.
As they were talking, Li Aihua came in from outside and gestured to Fang Pingying.
When Fang Pingying approached her, she whispered, "Pingying, go ask Zhiyong's mother about who will cover the medical expenses for Fang Xiu giving birth in the hospital, and also, we all came empty-handed, when the child is born, it will need clothes and all."
